06.Feb.12, 06:07 PM
D'ren didn't know what to make of the indignant shove B'jin gave him, followed of course by a hiss. D'ren narrowed his eyes at the man for a moment, stumbling back primarily out of surprise, when suddenly he heard the shriek.
Was he too busy worrying about Grith destroying the dining room the realize what was happening? Suddenly, he felt very foolish.
Ronarth! he said suddenly, spinning on his heels and narrowing his eyes at the bronze. Ronarth perched nearby, tracing Larrikith's motions with his shimmering blue eyes. Ronarth, don't you dare! D'ren said firmly. He was so taken aback by the situation that his words didn't carry their usual weight. Ronarth, after all, had flown several golds, but never once a green. He'd never so much as batted an eye at them. They were too small.
I don't want to fly her Ronarth said, lapsing out of his previous daze as he realized who exactly he'd been fawning over. Larrikith was a good friend to him. She was one of the few greens who responded well to his attempts to befriend her. Lazily, the bronze fanned his great wings out and allowed the breeze to catch them. He leapt from his perch and rose slowly, his sturdy body slowly gaining momentum as he pursued.
D'ren was scandalized. What do you mean you don't want to fly her?! Why the shards are you FOLLOWING her? he demanded, pacing after B'jin out of instinct (and not even quite realizing he was doing it). LAND, Ronarth. Right now.
But D'ren! Ronarth protested, using his great size and strength to gain speed. He was following the pack halfheartedly, though his great muscles stood ready to launch into the fray at any moment. I want her to get more attention! If I chase her, the other females will be jealous and the other males will want her as well. Don't you see? he preened. D'ren narrowed his eyes at the bronze. Ronarth....! he warned, his mental tone promising to become truly dangerous if Ronarth made a serious bid.
As far as he could tell, though. Ronarth was being honest...he only flew to inspire others to join. After all, if the Weyrleader's bronze was interested in Larrikith, she must be the best green ever, right? Ronarth was endlessly mirthful over his foolproof plan.
Was he too busy worrying about Grith destroying the dining room the realize what was happening? Suddenly, he felt very foolish.
Ronarth! he said suddenly, spinning on his heels and narrowing his eyes at the bronze. Ronarth perched nearby, tracing Larrikith's motions with his shimmering blue eyes. Ronarth, don't you dare! D'ren said firmly. He was so taken aback by the situation that his words didn't carry their usual weight. Ronarth, after all, had flown several golds, but never once a green. He'd never so much as batted an eye at them. They were too small.
I don't want to fly her Ronarth said, lapsing out of his previous daze as he realized who exactly he'd been fawning over. Larrikith was a good friend to him. She was one of the few greens who responded well to his attempts to befriend her. Lazily, the bronze fanned his great wings out and allowed the breeze to catch them. He leapt from his perch and rose slowly, his sturdy body slowly gaining momentum as he pursued.
D'ren was scandalized. What do you mean you don't want to fly her?! Why the shards are you FOLLOWING her? he demanded, pacing after B'jin out of instinct (and not even quite realizing he was doing it). LAND, Ronarth. Right now.
But D'ren! Ronarth protested, using his great size and strength to gain speed. He was following the pack halfheartedly, though his great muscles stood ready to launch into the fray at any moment. I want her to get more attention! If I chase her, the other females will be jealous and the other males will want her as well. Don't you see? he preened. D'ren narrowed his eyes at the bronze. Ronarth....! he warned, his mental tone promising to become truly dangerous if Ronarth made a serious bid.
As far as he could tell, though. Ronarth was being honest...he only flew to inspire others to join. After all, if the Weyrleader's bronze was interested in Larrikith, she must be the best green ever, right? Ronarth was endlessly mirthful over his foolproof plan.